Wednesday, October 16, 7:11 am

In the shelter at the bus stop, my wet tire tracks cut through shadows cast by an outside light shining through the decorative glass.

Rain thoughts for today: Taking pictures of rain is fine, but I experience rain more with my other senses.

I wake up and hear it pounding on the roof and flowing through the gutters, sounds that bring mixed feelings of soothing and sometimes dread, if I intend to ride that day.

Riding my bike, I feel cool drops soak into my pants, run down my face, and eventually slosh around in my shoes. Some days not a square inch of me escapes the chilly tickle of rain’s damp fingers.

Sometimes I smell the scent of damp just before the rain starts, a special smell of freshness that I particularly like.

I try not to taste it because that means rain is likely flowing down my face like water from a showerhead.

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